This is a song about "Snow flake"

You're the snow, i'm the sun

I'm a son of gun

Ain't no gimmick with the flow

People words are weak like some snow

So keep fronting till my peeps come

My life is like the snow season

So much snow got me feelin' snowden

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

His daughter pops up, it's him n her playing in the snow

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

That's why they can't mess up my flow

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

Throw my hood up, it's startin to snow

Who real bitches check me out though